Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.